This is a song about "Social"

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

The social outcast but everybody knew his name.

Passion for global control and economic and social domination

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Fuck the god damn psychologists and social workers,

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

What the fuck do i say to psychologists and social workers?

Your fuckin’ neighborhood doesn’t determine your social class,

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

She had few friends, because her social skills were none

Stripped the meat off the bone there like a shark, girl's will be running when you show em the marks

It regret , social situations still find it hard to connect , we dont choose the cards

Weezy and dem' other rappers disposed of, social movements

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love